pedro pascal x gn/male reader

in sickness and in health mi amor

thank you all for 1k reads!! soon im going to create a pedro characters book which will include (confirmed) joel miller, javier pena, and Frankie Morales. please do comment if you have any requests, for now put them either here or on my requests page if you want me to add any of his characters onto the book, so expect that soon :) 

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It was a rare day off for (Y/N), and he had decided to use the time to catch up on household chores. Pedro, however, was busy with work,filming for the last of us, leaving (Y/N) alone at home to take care of everything.

(Y/N) woke up that morning feeling a bit under the weather. A scratchy throat and a lingering fatigue hinted at the onset of a cold, but he brushed it off, determined to make the most of his day off, peeling the covers off his sweaty body and trudging to the kitchen deciding a nice cup of coffee and a shower would fix everything as he was rarely ever sick so he didn't even think to check his temperature or consider the fact this could be more than a rough start to the day. so after he had a nice warm shower, He donned his cleaning clothes and embarked on a mission to tidy up the house so pedro could relax when he gets home from filming.

Throughout the day, (Y/N) pushed through the chores, his energy waning with each passing hour. Dusting, vacuuming, and doing laundry became increasingly arduous tasks, but he soldiered on, not wanting to waste the day, still trying to convince himself that he was overrexagerating or just a bit tired from the previous days of filming for his projects.

As the afternoon wore on, (Y/N) began to feel worse. His head throbbed, his body covered in a thin layer of sweat, eyes heavy, thoughts clouded, and his body ached with every movement. He knew he should rest, but the piles of dishes in the sink and the unfinished laundry called to him.

With a heavy sigh, (Y/N) heaved himself from his spot on the couch, and laboured through the dish washing but he just couldn't bring himself to finish the laundry, collapsing on the couch once more, his pace slow and his movements laboured. By the time he finished, he was exhausted and his condition had worsened significantly, deciding to just wait it out, staying on the couch awaiting Pedro's return to the house.

laying down on the couch, (Y/N) rubbed his temples, feeling a wave of nausea wash over him. He knew he had pushed himself too far, and now his body was paying the price.

Just as (Y/N) contemplated calling Pedro to let him know about his deteriorating condition, the front door swung open, and Pedro's voice filled the house. "I'm home!"

Pedro's face lit up as he entered the living room,noticing the clean floor and tidied space, but his joy quickly turned into concern when he saw (Y/N) curled up on the couch, pale and visibly unwell. He rushed over, dropping his bag, and knelt in front of (Y/N) cupping his cheeks in his hands turning his obviously sick boyfriend to face himself.

"(Y/N), mi amor, what happened? Are you alright?" Pedro's voice was filled with worry as he placed a hand on (Y/N)'s forehead, feeling the heat radiating from his skin.

(Y/N) managed a weak smile, his voice barely a whisper. "I'm fine love, just a little tired and worn out from today....don't worry i'll get up in just a moment to finish the laundry, i just need...one...more...minute." his voice was sluggish and his eyes drooping, his body felt scalding to the touch, making Pedro recoil his hand away, his eyebrows knitted in concern for his boyfriend.

Pedro's concern deepened, and he gently helped (Y/N) to lie down in a more comfortable position on the couch. "You are not okay mi amor, and i simply will not let you do the laundry, i will do it. you, mister, will rest here whilst i look after you"

Pedro disappeared into the kitchen, returning with a glass of water, thermometer, and a damp cloth. He pressed the cool cloth to (Y/N)'s forehead, soothing away the feverish heat, while (Y/N) sipped the water gratefully. after (Y/N) had drunk the water, Pedro gently placed the thermometer under (Y/N)'s tongue and saw that his temperature was 36.7 c, (i don't know what that is in farenheit but basically a fever anyways).

Pedro tutted, gently stroking (Y/N)'s hair from his sweaty forehead, placing a tender kiss on his forehead. "you've got a fever my love....you are going to rest now, and i will call up and explain to both your and my directors and explain that i am going to be taking care of you until you are feeling okay to go to work again, you hear me?" pedro said but just as (Y/N) opened his mouth to protest pedro spoke again " and i don't want a single word of complaint from you either"

As (Y/N) lay there, Pedro sat beside him, stroking his hair and whispering words of comfort. He reassured (Y/N) that he was loved, that his health mattered above all else, and that he was grateful for the sacrifices (Y/N) had made throughout the day, at one point leaving to make some soup for him, even helping him to drink it, ensuring it was the right temperature so it wouldn't burn his tongue.

Pedro's tender care and affection melted away (Y/N)'s worry and guilt. He realised that his well-being was just as important to Pedro as it was to himself. In that moment, (Y/N) allowed himself to let go and surrender to the healing embrace of Pedro's love, accpeting his help for once, even though hes usually stubborn as hell.

Throughout the evening, Pedro remained by (Y/N)'s side, tending to his needs with unwavering dedication. He helped (Y/N) take his medication, watched his favorite movies with him (most of them are literally any with pedro in it) and  just before he went to bed, he picked him up bridal style and carried him to their bed, tucking him in with the softest blankets.

Pedro's presence was a balm to (Y/N)'s weary soul. His soothing touch, gentle whispers, and warm embrace created a safe haven where (Y/N) could find solace and healing.

As the night wore on, (Y/N) drifted into a restful sleep, wrapped in the cocoon of Pedro's love.

pedro stayed slightly away from (Y/N) as they slept, but not too far, he made sure to hold (Y/N)'s hand throughout the night even as they were turned away, (the poor man can't not touch you he has to have some sort of physical contact or he won't sleep) And in the morning, as he woke up to Pedro's comforting presence, (Y/N) knew that he was not alone in his struggles, and it was a good idea to let pedro help him and not be stubborn for once. as Pedro got up for the day, he continued to care for (Y/N) and also finished the laundry, but kept popping his head into the bedroom just to make sure he was okay, which made (Y/N) giggle slightly at Pedro's protectivness and concern for him.

Because of Pedro's care, (Y/N) healed up faster than he ever had before when he got fevers, probably because he actually rested instead of trying to power through it. so they were both back to filming in less than a week, much to both of their dismays, not that either wanted (Y/N) to be sick, more that they were back to spending long days apart again.

even though they were sad to go back to work, Pedro was happy that (Y?N) was back to his stubborn and playful self, and (Y/N) was glad that Pedro wouldn't worry so much about him (he knew Pedro would always worry because he cares so much, just it would be less as hes not sick anymore).

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i don't like the ending of this one but it's late here and i have to get up early tomorrow so i just want to get this out there, again though, thank you all for 1k reads, i never thought i'd get this many views but here i am, and i'm mildly embarrassed at myself i guess, so sorry? i don't know, anyways have a good day/evening/night/morning loves <3

its summer now so remember to HYDRATE PEOPLE drink your WATER!!!!!! no, iced coffee doesn't count...

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